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Concentration, 64 Show your warrant, at the door Unload a clip, they coming back for more Before you know it, they on the floor Concentration, 64 Show your warrant, at the door Unload a clip, they coming back for more Before you know it, they on the floor Eviction notice, pull it off the door We gon be alright once we sell this raw Do what you can, living the fast route Run in up in the bank get a loan for a trap house Illegal activities like a salary Cook it up mean, these fiends aint counting calories The f*ck you mean, my dreams aint turn reality Kids playing with shells behind the alley, b Uh, there the chopper roaring through the streets again Mom doing what she can to keep it in Scratch off tickets, nigga we need to win Until then, buy some EBTs again What you doing to stop the hunger pains Gotta put the light bill in your cousins name Walk that block, you'll get got Talk that talk, and get shot Concentration, 64 Show your warrant, at the door Unload a clip, they coming back for more Before you know it, they on the floor Concentration, 64 Show your warrant, at the door Unload a clip, they coming back for more Before you know it, they on the floor Be careful where you build And what bread you give Lots of these niggas is states evidence Cops don't play fair, like they ever did Beat you with an inch of your life and take measurements Streets gonna teach us whatever schools wont Posted on the block like Minut Bol Rap or the league, we found loop hole Hit the re up, get the yutes some new school clothes Uh, money nice and green Selling white to fiends It's either shrimp fried Or mans is yamming rice and peas Nightly screams Streets' lullaby Long kiss good night Get another high Walk that block, you'll get got Talk that talk you'll get shot Pop that glock and get knocked Drop that, ahk here come the cops Concentration, 64 Show your warrant, at the door Unload a clip, they coming back for more Before you know it, they on the floor Concentration, 64 Show your warrant, at the door Unload a clip, they coming back for more Before you know it, they on the floor Waste man! No idea what the AR does In the jails and in the streets, this what they all love I made more money off rap than you made off drugs I seen you copping last week nigga, stay off drugs
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